strange.

it's been a strange week. in this week i have talked to people whom i have estranged for some three years, and never exchanged a single word since then. i feel a peculiar tinge of discomfort mixed with disbelief. typhoon signal no. 8 has been hoisted. the second one in a month. weird happenings accompanied by extreme weather. i should be off to read virginia woolf's to the lighthouse. only she would understand how i feel, and effortlessly she would describe to me the movement of the waves outside of the windows and inside of one's heart.